Checkers ft. Young Breed Lyrics

I get a portion, nigga, all off extorting, nigga

When you important, nigga, that's when they start supporting, nigga

I'm super sporting, nigga, on and off the court lil, nigga

I put a fork in niggas, tryna go to court on niggas

Fuck your rent money, bitch, I'm a mortgage nigga

It ain't muddy, I'ma show you how to pour it, nigga

Hundred bands, every jug, I'm a money fiend

Never telling how much dope been on this triple beam

I get that pack, bust it down, then I let it go

Lot of fiends by the store, I'ma let them know

I serve 'em quick, get and go, I ain't tryna post

I only came for the dough, bags for the low

I'ma benz pusher

Trap house brick cooker

I'm a certified jugger, sell it while the feds lookin

All the lames still lacking

Probably slippin I ain't trippin',

It's the home of the choppers with the hundred round extensions

And all the niggas round me never graduated

My bitch chasing her degree so we separated

Cause I'm still in the streets and I'm dedicated

Overlapping niggas, get to work and laminate it

I done put in so much work, I started hiring bitches

Young niggas out here tryna lurk, fuck how much time it get you

Geechie, Liberace, Dopeboy, and Versace, nigga

Know some niggas selling soft right out the Rockies, nigga

Everything that come around, gotta go around

Anything could go down when you uptown

Rob a nigga for them pounds with this four pound

Tell him lay out on the ground, get the fuck down

Kilo shopper, short stopper, 38 special

Dry snitching and you lucky niggas ain't wet you

I still got it for the low, giving high prices

Keep a bitch who suck dick just how I like it

Ask about me, they gon' tell you straight G shit

Drug dealers only niggas who I eat with

Selling sand, but I'm never on that beach shit

I'm the man, you the nigga who he be with

Fuck a record deal, I just move a set of pills

Bottle poppers, how much sparkles I can set in live

Got the streets on my back like a tattoo

I can cook them by the hole, let her have two

And I'm 22, born 94, nigga

I can't fuck with you, I know that you's a hoe, nigga

On 95, catch me trafficking that dope, nigga

Like 95, no my trap ain't never slow, nigga

Got four spots, I'm trappin' off two phones

I just sold a whole brick in the school zone

Got a bitch poppin' pussy like a loop song

I got uptown jumpin' like Duke scored

And I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, I'll never lie

My dawg was livin' on the scene, crackers, let them die

All this shit a nigga seen, I ain't traumatized

A n***a try to play with me, then it's homicide